insane0hflex_DayZ_Vids, day 0:

I woke up on the shore today... no memories of the past... just foggy remnants of a dream long, long ago... I remember nothing of yesterday... Of how I got here. However, I do remember the event. The event that changed the world forever... There are Zeds everywhere. They idle in the towns and walk and stare stupidly in the distance, their minds fogged the by this rabid disease.

I have almost no supplies. The only way to get more is to salvage from the towns and the dead. I spot a barn to the east, and head toward it, hoping for maybe a farmers shotgun or hunting rifle.

I'm thirsty, and hungry... and question my will to live. I'm hit by sudden flashback of a memory of Anna's lovely face, her beautiful smile - the image is faint, hard to grasp, but I know out there, back in the States. I... I must return to Seattle, back to Anna, and make sure she is okay. It all sounds so corny... but its so true. I just want to see her again, to know if she's alive or not.

Inside this barn, I find a few supplies - a gun, a hunting knife, and a box of matches. But most importantly I find this sketchbook, with a pen wedged in the binding. The sketchbook seems hardly used, having a few amateur sketches in the beginning then blankness for the next hundred or so pages.

I'm now going to use this book to document my journey... this miserable existence that's now my life. I figured I may as make this a diary. Who knows, it coule become a New York Times best seller after the infection passes. My father always told me to never miss an opportunity for profit, although money isn't of much use in this new world.

Occasionally, I hold my breath and tense my muscles, hearing moans and feverish sighs from the walking zeds outside.

Its now getting dark - I can barely see these words I'm writing right now. I'm scared. And so lonely.

So lonely.

— insane0hflex_DayZ_Vids, Jul 24th, 2012